Bulldogs at Play

Mon, 06/08/2015 - 10:08 -- frpass

As I sit on the living room floor

I'm getting malled by the door

By my baby no less

Her name is Jess

I must confess

She rather play with me

So just let it be

At least she has no fleas!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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